i am damaged goods, i pride myself a little too much on not letting people in, and at this very moment in time i am falling apart at the seams. I try so hard to keep people out that not even those close to me can realize how much i am hurting, how close i am to falling off the edge. And even the people who have figured it out seem to be overwhelmed by it, not knowing where to start. I pride myself on being a puzzle to those around me, and processing my emotions by picking up the bottle and depriving myself of food. My coping mechanisms are not healthy but they work, they work for me. I have been stripped of every last shred of hope at the young age of seventeen. I’m not writing this to sound like a sob story I’m writing this to share my story.